"How do you play the wind chimes? I hear crickets pulse; it sounds like breathing. If it seems that the elephant of memory plays the piano, it's because the speed of the pulsing notes punctuate each moment before sounds vanish in a bright, gray haze. There is a sweetness beyond melancholy in the natural tones of the sounds as if Durand had bumped into an old calliope and discovered that its steam whistles had punctured the keyboard with the sap of new seedlings. The firefly language is based on roots of light. The music dawns on you, in you, all over you. And then you forget who you are and just listen because you are not just listening but experiencing. The sounds of birds blend with the raindrops of piano notes until it seems the birds are singing while playing the piano, or the piano is accompanying the birds."